Think his point is probably still valid.....

One summer morning in 1944, Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi, age ten, stood on a train platform in Budapest, Hungary, with his mother, two brothers, and about seventy relatives who'd come to see them off.  World War II was raging, and Hungary, an ambivalent member of the Axis, was being squeezed from every political and geographic corner.  Nazi soldiers were occupying the country in retaliation for Hungary's secret peace negotiations with the United States and Great Britain.  Meanwhile, Soviet troops were advancing on the capital city.
     It was time to leave.  So the foursome boarded a train for Venice, Italy, where Csikszentmihalyi's father, a diplomat, was working.  As the train rumbled southwest, bombs exploded in the distance.  Bullets ripped through the train's windows, while a rifle-toting soldier on board fired back at the attackers.  The ten-year-old crouched under his seat, terrified but also a little annoyed.
     "It struck me at that point that grown-ups had really no idea how to live,"  Csikszentmihalyi told me some sixty-five years later.

-Daniel H. Pink,  Drive:  The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us